I got pulled over the other day on my way to Indy. I was going 62 in a 60, and this state trooper pulled me over and made me sit there for a good 10 minutes. No joke. I didn't argue when the cop handed me a warning; I just took it and moved on. I could hear my Dad in my head, saying, "Well, you were speeding!" He taught me to go THE EXACT speed limit, so clearly this was karma paying me back for all the years I've been going 2, 3, occasionally even 4 mph over the posted limit. I know, I'm such a daredevil. I really need to get a grip on my adrenaline-junkie ways.
The hilarious part of this story is that everyone else I know goes AT LEAST 70 on the way to Indy, and they brag profusely about their wild ways. But this guy waits until ridiculously-cautious-and-drives-like-a-granny lil ol' me is zipping past him at 62 and he nails me. For real. I have the kind of luck you don't want. I feel safer though. I mean, if State Trooper Joe is so bored that he pulls over a soccer mom in a minivan going 62 in a 60, obviously behaving very recklessly, then crime must be way down, and we can all breathe a little easier. I know I slept better that night.
P.S. I have the utmost respect for all officers upholding the law. I really do. I jest here only b/c it's my luck to get pulled over on a super slow crime day. I took a poll--no one else knows anyone who's been pulled over for going 2 mph over the speed limit, once again proving that I was put here on this planet to simply stir things up and defy the odds. :)
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